Zhao Cangming was also sizing up Ji Xinghuo, tentatively calling out, "Brother-in-law, is that really you?"
"Who else could it be?" Ji Xinghuo chuckled, looking toward Zhong Ming, "Second Brother, no need to secretly prepare Blast Punch. If I were impersonating someone else, you could hit me a hundred times and wouldn't even scratch my skin."
"That's true..."
Zhong Ming relaxed his fists behind his back; with the strength displayed by the person before him, there was no need to impersonate the third brother; he could wipe out Zhong Ming's entire team.
And that familiar tone and demeanor – undeniably him.
"From the moment you spoke, I knew it was you. No matter how much anyone else changes, they can't imitate that." Zhong Ming laughed loudly, stepped forward to give Ji Xinghuo a hug, then stepped back to scrutinize him, feigning upset, "You scared us to death."
"Damn, you nearly scared me to death."
